Since I'm new here, a quick intro: I've read about lucid dreaming, but never actually practiced for it to happen. Nonetheless the dream I had 2 nights ago was too real.
The Dream
(A lot of dreaming comes before this, but this is where the lucid part starts.)
I'm standing in my bathroom. But then my mom is there and says that dinner is ready. I'm thinking that's strange (I moved out 5 years ago). I look down and see that the bathtub is gone and some strange dried, almost faded rather big drops of blood are where the bathtub would be. But then it strikes me that I don't own a bathtub in real life, and that this must be a dream! But if it is really a dream, then I should be able to do something to determine that. So I look in the mirror and make a grimace--It's a really ugly one and all that, but then it goes completely whack! With every new grimace, my head actually changes form! (E.g. I make a grimace where I could go "Boo! " and scare someone; my head changes so my hair becomes longer, grows out from the sides of my head and meets on top). I almost scared myself! Then I think, okay, this is a dream, that means I should be able to fly!
I go out of the bathroom and out my front door into the staircase (I live on the 2nd floor of an apartment building) and up to the next flight of stairs where I can go out the window (the windows are much taller than the ones in my actual staircase, I wouldn't normally fit through them; I note this in the dream). A colleague of mine is standing there, doesn't say anything and I don't talk to him. I just open the window and crawl out onto platform outside used for doing work on the outside of the building (it's not actually there in real life). All of a sudden I stop going from moving in 1st person, and change to a 3rd person view. But my body is not me, it is that of another colleague of mine. I'm thinking that I must fly for real, that I cannot doubt that this is an actual dream, as then I would wake up. So I (and I'm still seeing this in 3rd person as my colleague) do a running start and jump off the end of the platform and fly! (Without the construction platform, there would be nothing to stand on outside the window--very convenient, eh?)
I fly all sorts of places and soon find myself on a grassy hillside where I see Lois Lane from the Superman movie; I now *am* Superman. I fly off to get some flowers, way far away. But when I get back (in a matter of seconds), another guy is there, talking to her and handing her some flowers. He is an elderly man dressed in a nice pinstriped suit. They chat and laugh. All of a sudden many, many small strings fly around them (from below diagonally up around them as well as directly horizontally around them) and finally they fall as they are pulled down. (This is like the adventure with the little people to whom a normal person is a giant, and I saw a version of this lately in the movie "Night at the Museum".)
Finally, I see them all tied in, but they're on a big white poster, and now there is a third guy with them on there, though he wasn't there before! He looks like a villain from Superman, perhaps Lex Luthor.
(Here, the scenery suddenly changes completely.)
I'm walking down a sloping old cobblestone street with old houses on both sides. I remember that I'm in a dream and think that I should be able to pinch my arm and it wouldn't hurt. I pinch and it starts to hurt, but the pain quickly dissipates, and I twist my skin almost 360 degrees. It's as if the dream tried to simulate pain to convince me, but quickly gave up as I tried harder.
Next I see Danny Glover (or Samuel L. Jackson in an older version) dressed up nicely in an old-fashioned suit, the kind where you wear a pocket watch (it fits with the setting of an old town). A woman in a big, fancy, wild west kind of show dancing dress goes over to him and starts talking and laughing.
Then suddenly I realize that, yes, this must be lucid dreaming because I feel that my actual real-life arm is heavily asleep under my head. That is when I wake up and my whole arm is asleep, under my head.
Wow. I don't know if this was lucid dreaming, or just dreaming about lucid dreaming. But it felt very, very real!
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